“Aw, do you really think so?” I twined my arms around his neck.
“I know so.” He dropped a quick kiss on the tip of my nose. “You’ll see when you meet them.”
“When are we going to be able to manage that?” I asked, a wrinkle popping up in the middle of my forehead. “How often are we even going to be able to see each other between my classes, your work, and how far apart we live from each other?”
“All the fucking time,” he assured, brushing his lips against my brow to smooth it. “One of the great things about being one of the bosses is that I’m in charge of my schedule. I’ll keep my weekends open so you can spend them with me at my apartment or here. During the week, I’ll be sure to knock off early enough to make the drive to your campus so I can spend my nights with you.”
I loved that he’d already come up with a plan for how we’d make it through the rest of my semester. But my nose scrunched as I thought about the nights we’d spend at my sorority house. “My room is super small. It’s going to be extra cramped when you’re there with me.”
“Being in tight quarters sometimes has its advantages.” He cupped my butt and squeezed. “It certainly worked well for us on Friday night.”
“Good point.” My lips curved as I remembered how awesome it had felt to wake up with Sawyer’s body wrapped around mine on my small bed. “And there are only a few more months until graduation, so it’s not like we’ll have to deal with my tiny room for long.”
He brushed my hair off my shoulder and cupped the back of my head with his palm. “I’ll have this place ready for us to move in by then. The lease is up on my apartment in mid-June, so the timelines are pretty damn perfect.”
I had the man of my dreams, and he was giving me the home I’d always wanted. The only thing missing was a job. And babies. “I guess between my studies and planning the wedding, I’ll start submitting my résumé to places around here. I’d planned on staying with my parents for a little while after graduation, so I’ve been looking at potential employers back home. I hope you don’t mind if I pick your brain during my search. You can steer me away from any bad companies since you’re probably familiar with most of the people who’d be hiring an interior designer.”
He flashed me a cocky grin. “I can do better than that, baby.”
“If you’re going to tell me that you know of the perfect job for me”—scooting back, I stroked my hand down his chest and six-pack abs to cup his dick—“then I’m going to have to figure out a way to properly show my gratitude.”
He punched his hips up, pressing his hardening length into my palm. “I sure as fuck do.”
“You do?” I gasped, my grip on him tightening as I moved my hand up and down his shaft.
He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, holding me in place even though his dick was growing harder. “I want you to come work for me.”
“I guess it makes sense for you to stop my hand job if we’re going to talk about you potentially becoming my boss,” I muttered, releasing him as I tried to scoot off his lap.
He didn’t let me go far, his arms banding around me to pull me close, and his hard-on nestled between my thighs. “If you want to be an independent contractor so I’m not technically your boss, that’s fine by me. Either way, I want your talent on my projects.”
I loved how confident he sounded about my abilities, but I had doubts about his plan. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I need some real-world experience first. Then if I mess stuff up, it’ll be on someone else’s dime.”
“You’re not going to mess shit up.” He circled one hand in the air and asked, “You already know exactly how this room should be decorated, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted softly, closing my eyes as I pictured how it would look when I was done.
“And it’s going to be beautiful, right?”
I knew what he was getting at, but that didn’t mean I would cave to his demands on this. “It’s different. This is going to be our home. I can do whatever I want with the place because I don’t need to consider anyone else’s vision. I can go hog wild without worrying about resale value because we’re going to make this our home. We won’t even think about selling.”
“You’re going to counter every argument I come up with for why you should skip the job search to work with me, aren’t you?” he grumbled.